I hateses it.
We hateses it.
WE HATESES HATESES HATESES ITSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Whatever it is anyways. A disliked place for my piece that is.
Basically, anywhere with sun and no people.
Ironically, a good place to have an actual nuclear facility.
Or maybe a place created by one?
Or even the breakdown and cataclysm of one?
"Gorsh, Mr. Bolton. Ya sure are gettin all morbid with yer writins."
You bet your inebriated ass I am Lefty. That is my job.
I have to be prepared to be "the survivor" for two hours and hand out my goodwill water.
(Radiation free guaranteed! Or your not money back.)
Yeah, this isn't much of a problem. In fact, if I had not chosen to set up a stand for this iteration of my piece, I could have been walking around handing out water.
That would have had an entire "traveling wasteland salesman" motif to it.
Another trope that I am quite fond of.
But lugging around water is a fucking bitch, so no way Jose.
And that's it.
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